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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.