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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.