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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.