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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.