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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.