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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.