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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.