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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.