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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.