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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.