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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.