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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.