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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.