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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
X-101,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.