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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.