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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.