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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.