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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.