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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Pylon,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.