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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.