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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.