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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.