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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.