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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.