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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.