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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.