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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.