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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
cv313,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.