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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.