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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Urselle,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.