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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.