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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Organ,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.