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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.