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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.