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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.