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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Skaos,
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.