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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.