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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.