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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.