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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.