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 Moldova 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
June Days,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.