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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.