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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
AZ,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
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.