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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
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.