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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.