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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.