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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.