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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
cv313,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.