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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.