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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
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,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.