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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.