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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.