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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.