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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.