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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.