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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.