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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
DNA,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.