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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.