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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Faust,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.