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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Marc Almond 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.