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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.