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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.