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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.