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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Mars,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.