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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.