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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.