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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.