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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.