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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.