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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.