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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.