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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.