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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.