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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.