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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.