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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.