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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.