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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.