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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.