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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.