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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.