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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.