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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Excepter,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.