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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.