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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Q65,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.