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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Television,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.