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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
EPMD,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.