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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Franke,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.