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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.