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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.