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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.