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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Scion,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Organ,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.