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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.