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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.