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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pole,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.