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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.