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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.