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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Slackers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.