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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.