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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.