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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.