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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.