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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.