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 Germany and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.