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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Liliput,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.