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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Neu!,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.