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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.