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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.