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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.