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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.