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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.