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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.