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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.