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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Brick,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.