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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.