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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.