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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
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.