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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.