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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.