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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Cure to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.