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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.