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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Crime,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.