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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.