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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Crime,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.