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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.