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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Television,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.