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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.