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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Wire,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.