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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.