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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.