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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.