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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.