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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.