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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.