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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.