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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.