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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.