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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fear,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.