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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Lyres,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.