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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.