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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.