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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.