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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.