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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.