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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.