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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.