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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.