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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Cure,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.