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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.