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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.