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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.