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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.