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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.