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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.