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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.