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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.