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 Papua New Guinea 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.