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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.