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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Can,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.