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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.