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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.