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 Kenya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Bluetip,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.