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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.