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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
X-101,
ABC,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.