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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Star Department,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.