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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.