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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.