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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.