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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.