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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.