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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.