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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.