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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.