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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
DNA,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.