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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.