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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.