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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.