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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Smog,
John Cale,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.