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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.