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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
PIL,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.