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 Laos 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.