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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.