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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Faust,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.