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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.