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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Rakim,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.