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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Oneida,
DNA,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.