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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.