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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.