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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.