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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Gong,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.