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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.