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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.