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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.