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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Magma,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.