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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
PIL,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.