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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.