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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.