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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.