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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.