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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.