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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.