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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.