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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.