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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.