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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.