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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Fear,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.