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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.