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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.