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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.