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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Television,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.