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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.