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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.