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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.