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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.