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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.