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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.