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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.