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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.