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 China and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Television,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.