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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.