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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.