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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.