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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.