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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.