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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.