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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.