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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Names,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.