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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.