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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.