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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Index,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.