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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.