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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.