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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.