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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Faust,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.