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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.