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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.