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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.