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 Turkey and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.