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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Nas,
Franke,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.