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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.