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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
UT,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.