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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.