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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.