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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.