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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.