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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.