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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
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.