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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.