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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.