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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.