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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
X-102,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.