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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.