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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.