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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.