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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.