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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.