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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.