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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.