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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
a-ha,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.