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 France and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.