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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.