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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.