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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.