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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.