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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.