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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.