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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.