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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All X-102 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 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 sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.