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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.