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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.