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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.