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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.