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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.