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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.