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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.