Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Monks,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.