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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.