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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.