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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.