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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.