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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.