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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.