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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Magma,
X-102,
Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.