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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Wire,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
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.