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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.