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 Poland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.