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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.