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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.