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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.