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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
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.