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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.