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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.