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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.