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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Yaz,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.