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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.