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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Josef K,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.