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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.