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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.