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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Index,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.