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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.