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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
the Swans,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.