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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.