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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.