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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Can,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.