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 Togo 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.