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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.