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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.