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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.