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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.