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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.