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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.