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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.