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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.