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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Association to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.