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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
the Association,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.