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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.