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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.