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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.