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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.