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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Cameo,
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.