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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.