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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.