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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.