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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.