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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.