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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Can,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.