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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.