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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Organ,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.