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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Swans,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.