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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
X-102,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.