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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Franke 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Erasure,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.