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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.