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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.