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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.