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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.