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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.