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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.