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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.