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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.