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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.