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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
MC5,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.