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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.