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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.