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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.