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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Kayak,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.