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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Slave,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.