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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Nas,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.