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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.