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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.