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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.