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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.