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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
New Order,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.