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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.