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 Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.