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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Wire,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.