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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Index,
Organ,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.