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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.