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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.