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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
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,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.