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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.