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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.