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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Magma,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.