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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.