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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Japan,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.