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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.