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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.