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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Monks,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.