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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.