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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.