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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.