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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.