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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.