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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.