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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.