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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.