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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.