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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.