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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.