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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.