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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Normal,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Q65,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Technova,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.