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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.