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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.