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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.