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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.