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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.