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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.