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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.