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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.