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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.