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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.