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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.