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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.