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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.