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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.