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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.