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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.