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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.