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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
X-102,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.