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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Can,
Wings,
Excepter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.