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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.