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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.