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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.