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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Qualms,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
the Germs,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.