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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
New Order,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.