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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.