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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.