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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.