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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.