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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.