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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.