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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
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.