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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.