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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.