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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.