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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.