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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.