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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.