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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.