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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.