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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.