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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.