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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.