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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.