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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
JFA,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.