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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.