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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Nico,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.