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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.