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 Italy 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.