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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.