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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.