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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Brick,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.