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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.