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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.