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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.