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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.