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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.