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 Chad and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.