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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Can,
Mars,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.