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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.