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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.