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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.