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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.