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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.