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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.