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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.