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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
ABC,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.