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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Gories,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.