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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.