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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.