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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.