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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.