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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.