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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.