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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.