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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.