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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Make Up,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.