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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.