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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.