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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.