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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.