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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.