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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.