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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.