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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.