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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.