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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
June Days,
Q65,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.