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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.