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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.