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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Busters,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.