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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.