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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.