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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.