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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.