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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Ossler,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.