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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.