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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.