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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Television,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.