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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.