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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.