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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.