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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.