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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.