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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.