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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.