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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.