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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.