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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.