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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.