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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.