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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.