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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
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.