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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Gong,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.