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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.