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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.