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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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?
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.