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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
the Germs,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.