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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.