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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.