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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.