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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
the Association,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.