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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.