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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.