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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.