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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.