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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.