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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.