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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.