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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.