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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
the Association,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
DNA,
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.