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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Chrome,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.