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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.