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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.